prism planet

a branching

the afternoon is

spiraling and

slowly and insidiously

speak the word

the walkway

an otter at

i saw a distant

no longer is the

we went out

i stretch into

shall i call you

notice how

meeting up

there's new beginnings

words cast spells

does the pen

did we forget

a baby finch

magic surrounds

the morning sings

the other day

at first he was

unicorns and

a sudden sleet

the trees are whispering

the rainfall lost

breezes ripple into

i gather in

the son of ra

phantom moths

i remember schooldays

i sit beneath

it was the first

i have a dream

if every now

watch me walk

i sat the quiet

now the snow

a smiling face